If it weren't for my crazy medication, I might have another breakdown. Trying very hard not to, and believe me, it's work not to.
Darkness crawls all around me all the time. It's ready to strike and ready to seize me. It would be so easy to let it...but worth the work not to. My mind is hurt, damaged, delicate...none of which is my fault, but still it is, fragile.
I scream and I smile, I scream and I smile, I scream and I smile. Mirrors hurt, who is my friend...what a dark place this is and how badly I want out.
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